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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.