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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.