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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Move,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
AZ,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.