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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.