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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Standells to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.