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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.