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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.