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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.