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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.