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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.