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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Technova,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.