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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.