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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.