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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Slave,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.