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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.