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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.