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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Nas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.