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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.