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 Mali 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Wings to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.