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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Echospace,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.