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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.