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 India and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.