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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.