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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Jakarta.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.