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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.