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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.