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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Crime,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.