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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
New Order,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.