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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.