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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.