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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Can,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.