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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.