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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.