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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
10cc,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.