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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Index to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.