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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.