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 France and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.