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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.