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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Move to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.