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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.