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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.