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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.