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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.