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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.