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 France and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.