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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.