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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.