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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.