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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.