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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.