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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.