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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.