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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Sound,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.