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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.