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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.