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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.