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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.