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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.