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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.