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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.