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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.