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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.