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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.