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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.