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 Comoros and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.