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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.