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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.