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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.