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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Television,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.