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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.