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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.