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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.