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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.