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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.