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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.