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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.