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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.