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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.