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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.