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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.