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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.