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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.