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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.