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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.