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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.