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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.