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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.