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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.