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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.