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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.