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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.