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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.