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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.