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 India and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.