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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Technova,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.