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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.