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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Main Source,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.