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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Ossler,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.