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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.