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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.