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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.