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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
This Heat,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.