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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.