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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.