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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Wire,
The Slits,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Pylon,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.