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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.