Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Japan,
Pagans,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.