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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.