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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.