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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.