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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.