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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.