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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.