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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.