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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s 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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.