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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.