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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.