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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.