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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.