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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.