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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.