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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.