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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.