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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.