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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.