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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.