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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.