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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.