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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.