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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.