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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.