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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Gong,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.