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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.