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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Visage,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.