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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.