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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.