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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.