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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.