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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.