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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Fluxion,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.