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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
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Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.