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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.