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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.