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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.