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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.