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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.