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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Index,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.