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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.