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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.