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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.