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 Guinea and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.