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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.