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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.