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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.