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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Busters,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.