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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.