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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.