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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.