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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.