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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.