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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.