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 China 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.