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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
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.