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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.