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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.