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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.