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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.