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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Kayak to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.