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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.