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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.