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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Wings,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.