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 Italy 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Can,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.