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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.