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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.