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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
MDC,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.