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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.