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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.