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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.