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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.