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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.