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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Babytalk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.