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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.