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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s 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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
10cc,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.