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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.