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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.