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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.