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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.