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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Index,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.