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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.