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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.