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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.