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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
X-102,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.