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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.