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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.