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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.