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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.