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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.