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 China and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.