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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.