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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.