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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.