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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.