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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.