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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.