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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.