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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.