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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.