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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Motions to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.