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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.