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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.