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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
10cc,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.