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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Fear,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.