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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.