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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.