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 Mozambique 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.