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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
The Motions,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.