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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.