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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.