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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.