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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.