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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.