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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.