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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
CMW,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.