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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.