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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.