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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.