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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.