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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.