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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.