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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.