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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.