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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.