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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.