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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.