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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Human League 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.