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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.