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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.