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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.