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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
June Days,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.