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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.