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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.