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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Nas,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.