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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.