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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.