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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.