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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.