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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Organ,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.