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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.