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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.