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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.