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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.