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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.