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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
UT,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.