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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Brick,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.