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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.