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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
AZ,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.