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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.