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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.