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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.