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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.