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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Mars,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.