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 Singapore and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.