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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.