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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.