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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Organ,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.