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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.