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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.