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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.