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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.