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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.