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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.