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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.