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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Swans,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.