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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.