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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.