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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.