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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.