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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.