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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.