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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.