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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.