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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
JFA,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.