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 Mauritius 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.