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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.