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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Names,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.