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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.