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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.