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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.