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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.