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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
JFA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.