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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.