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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.