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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.