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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.