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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.