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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.