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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Television,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.