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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.