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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
UT,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.