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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Smog,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.