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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.