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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.