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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.