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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ituana 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.