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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
X-102,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.