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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.