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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.