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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.