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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.