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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
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.