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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.