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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.