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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.