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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.