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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.