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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
UT,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.