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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.