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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.