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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.