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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.