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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.