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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.