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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.