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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.