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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.