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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.