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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.