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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.