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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.