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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad 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 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.