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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.