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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.