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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.