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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.