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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.