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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.