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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Names,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.