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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.