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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.