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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.