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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.