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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.