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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.