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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.