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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Echospace,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
The Doors,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.