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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Motions to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.