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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
June Days,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.