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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.