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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.