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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.