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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.