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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.