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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Ludus,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
New Order,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.