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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.