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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.