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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.