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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Can,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
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.