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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
cv313,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.