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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.