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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.