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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.