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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Fear,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.