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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.