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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.