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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.