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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.