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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.