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 Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.