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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.