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 Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.