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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Ossler,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.