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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.