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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.