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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.