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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.