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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.