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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.