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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
UT,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.