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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.