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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
JFA,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.