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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.