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 France and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.