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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.