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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.