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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.