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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.