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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.