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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.