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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.