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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.