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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Monks,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.