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 Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.