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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.