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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.