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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.