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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s 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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Japan,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.