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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.