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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.