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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.