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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Associates,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.