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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.