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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.