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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.