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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.