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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
New Order,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.