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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.