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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Star Department,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.