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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.