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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
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.