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 Tonga 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Television,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.