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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Index to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Organ,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.