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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.