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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.