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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.