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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.