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 China and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.