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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.