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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.