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 France 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.