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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.