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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.