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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.