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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
X-102,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.