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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.