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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.