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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.