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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.