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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.