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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.