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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.