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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.