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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Move,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.