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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Crime,
Television,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.