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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
PIL,
CMW,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.