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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.