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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Organ,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.