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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.