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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Jandek,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.