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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.