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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Los Fastidios 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.