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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.