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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.