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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.