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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.