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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.