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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.