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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 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 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.