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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Index,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.