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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.