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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.