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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
UT,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.