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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.