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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.