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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.