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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.