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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.