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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.