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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.