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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Selecter,
X-101,
This Heat,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Index,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Neu!,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.