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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.