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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.