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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.