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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.