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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.