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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.