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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.