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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.