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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Technova,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.