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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.