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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.