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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.