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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.