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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.