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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.