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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.