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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.