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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.