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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.