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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
PIL,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.