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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.