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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.