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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.