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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.