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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.