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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.