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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.