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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.