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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Scion,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.