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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.