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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.