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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
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.