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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.