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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.