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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.