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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.