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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
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.