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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.