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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.