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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.