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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.