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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Q65,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.