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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.