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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.