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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Wire,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.