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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.