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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Nas,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.