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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.