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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.