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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.