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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Nico,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.