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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.