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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Visage,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.